"Think and see."
"What's the good of my doing that?" cried Errington angrily, "I don't know what you mean."
"Don't shriek," said Miss Corbin coolly, "it goes through my head."
"I beg your pardon aunt," replied Guy politely, "but if you would tell me what you're driving at I would feel obliged."
Aunt Jelly sat in silence for a moment, rapping the fingers of one hand on the knuckles of the other, then spoke out sharply.
"What's all this talk about you and Mrs. Veilsturm?" Guy sat bolt upright in his chair and stared at her in amazement.
"Oh, is that it?" he said with a short laugh. "Don't worry your head about Mrs. Veilsturm, aunt. All the world can know the relations that exist between us."
"All the world does know."
Errington arose from his seat with a smothered ejaculation, and thrusting his hands into his pockets, began to walk backwards and forwards.
"You needn't use bad language, my dear Guy," said Aunt Jelly, with aggravating placidity. "All I want to know is what you mean by leaving your wife and running after Mrs. Veilsturm?"